The prince of the enemy country Omega runs with the ball

The minister walked in, and Jimin put the photo upside down on the table, covering Little Rose's pretty face.

"You are welcome." Jimin put on a fake smile to welcome the minister.

"Your Highness is being polite."

"The battle will start tomorrow, are you all going to the battlefield?" Jimin sat back on the stool and looked at the three people in front of him with a half-smile.

"is it safe?"

Jimin suddenly felt very bored, he shouldn't have come to this place to wait for three idiots, let Bilson come forward to solve it, and save him from getting angry.

"What do you think?" Jimin sneered, "Is there a safe place during a war?"

The three military supervisors looked at each other, looking very embarrassed.They were sent here just to make some achievements, they don't need to go to the battlefield, just write a report and submit it to His Majesty for review.As for how this report will be written, it depends on what benefits Jimin can give them at the front.

"Your Highness, we don't want to embarrass you, and I hope you don't embarrass us either." The minister who entered the door first seemed to be the leader. The temperature of the central air conditioner on the battleship was only 20 degrees Celsius, but his forehead was sweating, and his voice was trembling, " We will not go to the battlefield, nor will we tell His Majesty what you threatened us today."

"Tell Your Majesty?" Jimin asked sarcastically.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty has been dissatisfied with you for a long time—"

"I know, I don't need you to remind me." Jimin interrupted, looking at them coldly.

"So—" The minister was about to say something, when he saw a black muzzle pointing at him, and behind the muzzle, a mocking face was looking at them.

"Your Highness, what do you mean?" The minister at the front was so frightened that his legs gave way, and he had to rely on the support of the people behind him to barely stand still.

"I want to kill you." Jimin leaned back in his chair with little interest, and the muzzle of the gun never moved away. Bilson stood guard at the door, blocking the way for the three of them to escape.

"Your majesty will—"

"Bang", the muzzle of Jimin's gun moved up, and the bullet flew out of the muzzle, embedded in the wall of the meeting room, making a loud noise, which scared the three ministers to their legs at the same time, and almost knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Bilson, take them down." Jimin said with a dull look.

"Yes."

"Aren't you afraid that we will report it?!" The minister, who finally stood up straight, said angrily to Jimin.

"It's very easy to kill someone on the battlefield." Jimin pinched the photo in hand, shaking it every now and then.

"...Let's go." The person next to him urged him, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, for fear that he would die on the border for no reason.

"I've changed my mind." Jimin stood up, the heavy chair was pushed back half a meter by his movements, and there was a loud rubbing sound on the ground.

"It's still too late to apologize." The minister seemed to have regained a little courage, and said with a stiff neck, he was going to bet that Jimin would not dare to do anything to him today.

"It's better for you to die earlier." Jimin raised the muzzle of the gun and pressed the trigger under the terrified eyes of the three.

……

After packing up the things in the conference room, Bilson returned to the command room on the battleship to report the news.

"Shut it up." Jimin was wearing black leather gloves, rubbing the center of his brows, his short silver hair was leaking from his military cap, his handsome facial features were quite aggressive, and his hostility was about to burst out of the universe.

"Your Majesty," Bilson asked hesitantly, "it's not easy to return."

"I'll take care of big things." Jimin said flatly, not aware of any problem with his actions just now.

Bilson regained his composure, stopped thinking about what had just happened, and started recounting the information instead.

The situation on the front line is grim, and it is no exaggeration to describe it as internal and external troubles. The current emperor of Jiazhou was also brave and good at fighting when he was young, but since his eldest son died saving a civilian Omega during the border training, his mood has become cloudy and uncertain. The second in line heir, who is also the current prince, was forced to learn how to be a good prince.

As long as he can remember, Jimin has lived under the glory of his brother.The eldest son of the empire is resourceful, brave and good at fighting. He has repeatedly achieved success in repelling enemy countries and Zerg on the border.

As for Jimin in the control group, even if he did so well that his strict mentors couldn't fault him, he would still suffer from the suppression of the royal family. It seemed that they were all accusing him of being inferior to his brother.

After recounting the intelligence on the front line, Bilson began to talk about the changes in the surrounding countries.

"...I received information from the informant that there was a dispute in the royal family of the Silver Sea Empire. I don't know the details," Bilson said with regret. "If the Zerg hadn't been attacking the border recently, we could still stir it up."

"Are there many heirs to the royal family of the Yinhai Empire, can they still fight?" Jimin asked casually.

"It seems that there are more than a dozen heirs in line, most of them are Omega and Beta, and only three or four are Alpha."

"Where's their emperor?" Jimin suddenly remembered and asked.

"Seriously ill. Now the military headquarters of the Silver Sea Empire seems to be divided into three forces, following the three Alpha heirs respectively. The rest of Omega and Beta suffered heavy casualties."

"Okay, you go down."

Jimin is not interested in gossip about the royal families of other countries. As Bilson said, if there are no Zerg on the border, they can still add firewood to the precarious situation of the Silver Sea Empire, which is a pity.

One month later, with a great victory on the front line, Jimin was forcibly recalled back to Terry before the finishing work was finished. This time he did not bring anyone into the palace.

As soon as the small spaceship landed on the tarmac of the Terry Palace, he was confiscated by the palace guards and all the weapons were confiscated, and he was pressed into the palace as a prisoner.

When he was pushed into the meeting hall by the guards, his queen mother was still drinking tea and smiling gracefully, as if the one who was brought in was not her own son.

"Are you back?" She stood up, approached Jimin, brushed his messy silver hair on his forehead, looked at Jimin's indifferent pupils and then smiled, "After going out for a while, you are not good. "

Jimin didn't answer.

"Tell me, what did you do on the front line?" She reached out and waved away the guards, and only asked after everyone had left.

Jimin squinted his eyes at the emperor who was sitting in the front, and suddenly laughed: "The queen mother already knows, why do you still ask me?"

"It is better to admit your mistakes," said the queen gracefully.

"Let's just talk about punishment." Jimin was a little impatient.

"Punishment doesn't count. I have selected a few Omega for you. You can choose one and get married next month."

Jimin frowned, and was about to say the word of refusal.

"Don't rush to refuse, I know you took an Omega some time ago, maybe you're still in love?" The queen asked with a smile, like an ordinary mother who asks about her child's relationship history.

Jimin only glanced at her, but still refused.

"What you do in the military department, your father will settle it for you, and your official position in the military department will not change." The words that came out of the queen's mouth made Jimin's eyelids twitch.

"If you don't listen..."

"Just choose the first one." A cute and pitiful Omega flashed in Jimin's mind, but he agreed without hesitation.

The three days in Terry were not a good one. He had just returned from the military, and he had not let go of his hostility. He had to accompany his mother to attend various occasions, and he was accompanied by the Omega that his mother had personally selected for him. Candle cool.

On the day of returning to Teresa, under the watchful eyes of the queen, cum impassively made a temporary mark on the candle's glands. The moment the pheromone was injected, what appeared in his mind was another fragile picture. Face.

The author has something to say: the version was modified in 12.06

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